Merry Christmas to you and yours. May you have a Christmas away from Patrick Manning. You may be wondering how I know it is Christmas. The answer is right here.
Monthly Archives: December 2007
I am here in the U.K where I am glad to say I am very far from that greasy handed Prime Minister of yours. I was relaxing here with Oma thinking how big Mikela, Vasstala, Ncola and Niala have gotten. I also wondered where the hell Vastala, Nicola and Niala came from. Mikela is the only one following her father into politics, so I guess the others are easy to forget.
I should really be wishing you a Merry Christmas, but honestly, let’s just hope you make it out alive.
Do the police have the necessary resources to continue their job? If they are to continue as they are I would expect some measures to be put in place:
- Contract with Donut Boys to allow for more types of doughnuts to be delivered to stations
- Nicer chairs for police to sit on all day
- More dilapidated stations for officers to have an excuse for not working 5% of the time
I could think of more, but I have a meeting with Ramesh now, we’re going to try to pull one more stunt before the year is over.
Just in case you didn’t believe me about the whole Church’s chicken thing, Ramesh said someone gave him this camera-phone pitear. I think it is all very clear, it even shows me after I picked up a cup off the floor. I care about the environment, you know. Al Gore and I play checkers online.
Also, the story has gone international.
Listen, I know there is a lot of murmur going around because of this article in The Express. Let me just say that I can explain everything. It’s quite simple, really. First, let me say that I find it totally unfair that people aim to just attack me over and over because of one or two incidents that may have taken place in the past. The media should get the full story and not just print based on what they see clear as day, regardless of what my character seems to be, to you.
First, let’s address this:
one saw the Prime Minister volunteering to go across the floor to extend the hand of friendship to all UNC MPs, while on the other one witnessed the Opposition Leader turning away before reluctantly accepting the PM’s extended hand and immediately using his handkerchief to wipe his hands clean, literally and metaphorically, of any involvement or association with Manning and his administration.
Now, don’t you think I would have a totally valid reason for doing this? Open your eyes, people! In the cafeteria we were hanging out before the bell rang for parliament and Patrick came in all show-offy with some big cardboard boxes. Inside were boxes of Church’s Chicken which Patrick bought for everyone in the PNM and none for the UNC. While they were finishing up eating, the bell rang and everyone made their way in, but guess what – NOBODY washed their hands. You expect us to shake hands with people whose hands are greasy from fried chicken and lovely smelling biscuits? I think not!(Those biscuits were smelling good, man.)
The second thing to address is this little ditty:
Sinanan rose, ordering both men to sit as he declared in a stern voice: “Gentlemen, I am on my feet.” Both men sat but Basdeo Panday shouted back defiantly: “You are on your feet, so what?”
So everyone has their arms up as though I am so disrespectful! You are the ones who should feel sad. If you were part of parliament you would know we have a running gag where the speaker is supposed to say “Simon says” but no such thing was done. Had he said “Simon says I am on my feet.” I would have remained quiet and you would not be talking about all of this over your morning coffee.
I’m still a bit angry I didn’t get one of those Church’s biscuits.